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Nov 2014
I want to pour everything I am on a paper or a canvas
but I can’t get my hands to move in the way they are supposed to
I can’t get my mind to focus
My head is filled with blurry photographs
It’s like somebody has short circuited the synapses in my brain
Something isn’t right
and I’ve got a feeling
that  it's
*me
Ironatmosphere
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Ironatmosphere
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   Creep, ---, Pax, --- and kailasha
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